Away with her head
Her eyes that cast your faults to stone
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When twilight charms the city breeze
The sea hums near but far beneath.
A film of milk stretches past sight
Glazes the moon, open and bright.
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In my open stage of dream,
I sleep for this puff of spring
Which strokes my hair and skin
With a kiss of air
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Release me, oh God,
From the desire to be adored,
From the desire to be exalted,
From the desire to be honored,
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Patterns of agreement,
Gold. Amber. Ivory. Ink.
Performance. Accommodating.
The darkest truth in umber,
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Near. So near that you can kiss me.
I can see the gods dancing
Inside your belly,
And they break away star by star
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I do not try to trap you inside me,
To measure your tears and pluck
The value of your love out of our time.
This burning thread that weaves my skin
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Little dreamer of butterfly-people and whispering dolls!
Soft darling ballerina, you are still remembered.
How fortunate I was to tour the happy halls of scented air
With your small pink hand firm in mind. To have your sense
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This yellow sweet anthem of spring is nearing
Sung and played by the Green Mistress's steering
Of mated birds and collected hives
This busy song, her ode to maple lives.
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This yellow palace in the snow.
This is the Schönbrunn I have known.
This pretty sheet of fairness frost
This yellow wrapped in angel cost.
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